An uncanny coincidenceI would say!For no rhyme or reason validateswhy those thoughts surfacedonly in the twilight hours!A guilt hovered,questioning me why I had distanced myself,from those who had beenat the core of my existence.They had kept me alive,had never forsaken me.I had confessed to themsecrets all;every desire,every longing.They wove the identity of who I am,encapsulating the emotions that have engulfed meover the years:the joys that overflew the … Continue reading Laying Them Bare

Standing on the threshold of winter,I look at her.Bonded have wethrough sixteen seasons of springas inch by inch, she grew so tallthat I failed to fathom how.Joy and laughter have I shared;comfort she has lenton those cloudy dayswhen solace I have sought.Letting out a long sigh,I now see her standbare sans her garments,bracing the wind that sweeps across.A tinge of sadness crosses my mind.Yet resolute she is,firm not to … Continue reading Musings At The Fag End Of Fall

A masterpieceNo one can surpass.The strokes so perfect,The shades so exquisite.A multitude of colorsadorn a sublime piece of artthat the artist giftsfrom His treasured works.From beneath arisesthe smell of musty earththat fills the air.Hiding among the clouds,the sun plays hide-and-seek,only to emergeafter a whileto bathe mewith some warmthand caress mewith a tender touch.Now and then,the droplets fallfrom the canopyof the green leaves!It’s the sparkling, fresh … Continue reading The Artist

I see them beam as they share A story of love. Unperturbed, untouched by the chaos around, the vibrant colors on their face do not fade, even when shadowed by the clouds. In the horizon I see a dream I seek to fulfill. The questions encircle as I battle the uncertainty around me. Seeing the roses smile through the widow, a hope surmounts, as I … Continue reading Through The Window

I A mix of the mild cold and pleasant warmth, greets on the threshold of sunrise. The sound of a train whistling at a distance, The busy chirps of a multitude of birds, The rooster singing one of his Cock-a- doodle doos; Here begins the day, with a ritual of those morning chimes! II The soft look in those eyes melted my heart. No questions … Continue reading A Train Of Thoughts: Micropoetry

At the fag end of the day, a thought surmounts. If I were to still believe in the story you told me years ago, I know you look at me from that infinite space. Wrapped in darkness in the stillness of the night, when I miss my steps, I know you hold me before I falter and fall. The moments frozen, I wander back now … Continue reading Infinite Space

The parched earth prays in deep earnest, wishing for the showers to quench her thirst. Gazing at the canvas, the artist nurtures the dream of that masterpiece soon to be born. Failing once, twice, many a time, the little birdie loses not the tenacious resolve to spread its wings and fly. Mending the broken chords, she looks again to make magical melodies yet another time. … Continue reading And They Wait

#FlashbackFriday   Hand in hand We walked along the narrow alleys Every afternoon. You asked those questions, again and again. I answered with unparalleled patience. We read those bedtime stories Every night. We sang the song about the Three blind mice, Talked about little Simba, Snow White and the dwarfs. We do them no more. The moments blown away by the sands of time! Though … Continue reading Sweet Nostalgia

At times, just a few words tell a story.  A short form of Japanese poetry, the haiku is a three-line poem with a five-seven-five syllable count. Unlike other poems, the haiku does not have a title to give a clue. It’s the reader who reads the poem and interprets the meaning behind it. Trying my hand in this domain! Across the green fields, Two souls share … Continue reading Exploring the Haiku

A New Day With a vacant mind I hear the sounds of silence in the stillness of the night. What do I look for tomorrow? Smiles and sunshine, A new day that will renew my hopes, bring in promises, and double the joys of my mundane existence. Rains I hear you knock on the window panes, my heart fills with joy. Long have I waited … Continue reading As Random Thoughts Come to the Mind